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( Christmas Reveals )
The weak, pleasure-mad sounds issuing from the powerful nation bolstered Canada’s confidence. She lowered her head and met Russia’s lips in a deep kiss. The sharp, salty taste on her tongue wasn’t sweet, but it still managed to kindle fresh arousal in Canada.
An indeterminate few minutes later, Russia’s body tensed, her legs clamping tightly shut around Canada’s probing fingers, and she groaned in Canada’s mouth. Russia pulled away from the kiss to shut her eyes and pant in exhaustion. Canada didn’t want to pull her fingers away from their warm, wet resting place. Finally, Russia shifted slightly, and she moved her hand to the other nations’ hip.
“Canada,” Russia breathed. Her eyes opened and she looked at Canada appealingly. “You’ll be with me from now on?”
Without having to think, Canada nodded.
Russia’s face lit up. “Good! I’ll take you nice places, and buy you pretty clothes.”
“I don’t need anything.”
“I’ll make sure no one’s going to forget you,” she continued. Her smile widened. “Canada,” she repeated cheerfully. To punctuate the name, she pressed a little kiss to Canada’s throat. “Canada. Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Yes, of course,” Canada said. It felt odd to have Russia place so much control in her. She would never have thought this passive personality dwelt behind the nation’s imposing front.
Running her hand through Russia’s thin, sweat-dampened hair, Canada didn’t think that she minded.
For once, everyone’s eyes were on Canada as she walked into the conference room and took her seat at the table.
Canada ignored them, readjusting her glasses and shuffling her papers.
Finally, America took the initiative to hurry over and take a seat next to her. “Hey, sis.”
“Oh, hi, America,” she said pleasantly.
America frowned at her. “What’s up?”
Canada blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he looked pointedly up and down Canada, “…that.”
“Oh.” Canada looked down at her new, deep blue, sundress. She laughed. “Yeah. That’s nothing big. I just thought it might be time for a change.”
On an impulse, she glanced over the conference room. Her eyes settled on Russia immediately. She sat near the back of the room, looking at Canada and smiling.
“Hey, what’s over there that you’re smiling about?”
Canada looked back at her brother. “Oh, nothing. Thank you for asking. Just wondering when we were going to start. Sorry.”
She saw the relief plain in America’s face: well, there’s our old Canada, dress or no.
Russia was the only one who could see the dirty secret hiding under her polite, self-effacing smile. That was how Canada liked it.
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So, what do you want author!anon? Internets, souls, my first born? What ever it is its yours
ReCaptcha-Klapper Over. Even captcha liked it!
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You gotta love a fic that makes you question your own sexuality. For like the zillionth time. Nnnngh.
In any case, this was a treat to read. I actually like this pairing best when it's genderbent, although this is the first time I've been able to find porn of it. I like how awkward Russia is in the beginning, just charging in their and groping Canada. Not particularly eloquent when it comes to declarations of luuurve, is she? =P Oh well. At least the feeling was mutual.
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